All Chapters of The Alpha's Bodyguard Is a Woman : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Violet's POVI stilled at his words, my mind clouding as I processed not just the raw, hoarse quality of his voice, but the staggering weight of what he had actually said. He was ready to start again. With me. The thought was so huge, so impossible, that I couldn't even find a place to put it in my head. I had barely wrapped my brain around the concept before he reached out. His hand clutched the lapel of my jacket, his fingers threading into the fabric as he pulled me toward him effortlessly.I staggered, my boots scuffing the floor until I slammed into his chest. He felt like a wall of solid rock, yet it was oddly comfortable. He always felt that way—like every inch of his body was sculpted perfectly, just enough to drive me crazy and make me forget why I was supposed to be running in the other direction.I stiffened, my breath hitching in my throat as I slowly brought my gaze up to meet his. Those eyes of his were dark, intense, and currently sending waves of heat streaming throug

Alex’s POVI couldn’t shake it. The image of Ron—jaw clenched, eyes blazing, that powerful body coiled like a predator ready to tear someone apart for touching me—kept replaying in my head. My skin felt too tight, too hot. I pressed my thighs together, but the ache only deepened, a slick heat blooming between my legs.“Fuck,” I whispered, glancing at the door. It was locked. The whole pack house was fucking chaotic right now so hopefully no one would bother me for a while.I stripped off my clothes quickly, leaving them in a careless pile on the floor. Naked, I climbed back onto the massive bed, the silk sheets cool against my overheated skin. I lay back against the pillows and let my hands roam. One cupped my breast, thumb brushing over my already-hard nipple, sending little sparks straight down to my core. The other slid lower, over my stomach, until my fingers dipped between my thighs.I was soaked. My pussy lips were swollen and slippery, my clit throbbing under the lightest touc

Violet’s POVThe room was quiet, except for the sound of our breathing. The air was still thick with the scent of him—that sandalwood and rain smell that always seemed to make my brain short-circuit.I was lying there, tangled in the high-thread-count sheets that probably cost more than my entire life, staring at the ceiling. The moonlight was came in through the heavy curtains, casting long, dramatic shadows across the bed.Dante was beside me, his heat radiating off his skin like a furnace. One of his arms was draped over his forehead, and the other was resting near my waist. For a second, I felt like I could actually breathe. The chaos of all that happened all felt like a movie I had watched a long time ago.But then, the reality of the situation started to sink back in. I shifted slightly, feeling the soreness in my muscles, and that’s when he turned his head to look at me. His eyes were dark, even in the shadows, and he had that intense, analytical look that always made me feel

Violet’s POVI blinked against the bright light filtering through the curtains, my hand automatically reaching out to the other side of the bed.But it was cold and empty. I sat up, the heavy silk sheets slipping down my waist. Dante was gone. There was no note, no lingering warmth on the mattress, just the faint scent of sandalwood left on the pillows. A sudden wave of panic washed over me, the reality of last night hitting me all at once. I scrambled out of the bed, my feet hitting the cold floorboards. My mind shifted right back into survival mode. Out of sheer habit, I walked over to the chair where my gear was piled up and grabbed the thick cloth strips. I needed to bind myself. I needed to flatten my chest, put on the suit, and become Diego before anyone walked through that door and ended my life.I was just stretching the fabric across my chest, my breath held tight, when the heavy lock clicked.The door swung open, and I froze like a deer in headlights.Dante walked in, ho

Violet’s POVI tucked back my mini-dagger into its sheath and lowered myself completely to the ground, reaching out to cradle it. The little thing shook its head, its tiny pink nose twitching as it hissed at me like I was a massive danger to its life."You are safe, little man," I stated, softening my voice to a gentle purr. The kitten looked at me for a flickering second, its wide green eyes blinking, before it finally lowered its head in submission while I stroked its ears fondly. "I’m so sorry, I didn’t know you were in the bushes. I didn’t mean to hurt you, you little cutie pie."It let out a tiny, high-pitched meow and then snuggled its face right up against my palm while I laughed, the tension completely leaving my shoulders.As I lifted the kitten, I shifted my gaze to its white fur, catching a bright red stain spreading near its hind leg. My smile dropped. I pulled it closer to my face, scanning its small body until I found a deep, jagged cut on its skin."He is hurt," I said,